Although the haggard old immortal and the opera ghost had different reasons, they were in the same situation. They are separated from their original situation and can only possess foreign objects.
It is for this reason that they had no choice but to leave their belongings behind, and the stinky chess basket used a secret method to transfer their souls into the chess pieces, so that they could obtain the power of transformation in the Wanxiang Market.
Now that they have left the Vientiane Market, they should have been living in the chess pieces honestly before returning to their "original bodies". It's only when Wu Fan suddenly encounters an accident that they will show up to help him!
But what stunned the old immortal was that not only did it not help, but even the only shelter was reduced to dust...
"What...what's going on..." Perhaps because he was too impatient, the old immortal's physical weakness became more and more serious, and his breathing became a little heavier again.
"My guess is indeed good..." The actor's expression did not change much, he just smiled bitterly.
Seeing the two chess pieces turned into sand, Wu Fan also suddenly realized it, with a look of remorse on his face: "I...I should have thought of it earlier..."
"Old Huabu, little friend Wufan, what on earth is going on? You two, please stop showing off!" The old immortal was confused and felt like he was kept in the dark.
The play ghost let out a long sigh and then spoke: "These two chess pieces have the same properties as my tablecloth. They are both soul-holding tools, born from the body! Now that the chess pieces are destroyed, it means that the person who played chess has been killed..."
"Ah?" The old immortal screamed strangely when he heard this, "Be good! Our things are still in that person's hands!"
"Yes, this is what I am worried about." The play ghost said with a solemn face: "If the chess player can take on the position of gatekeeper, there must be few opponents in the six halls! Since the current situation is understood by King Yishan, the perpetrator Even if a person is not Yishan King, it is difficult to escape from it, so our two things may have fallen into the hands of Yishan King!"
"If that's the case, doesn't that mean..."
"That's right...we may never get out of here again!"
"It's true that you, old man Huabu, have to say that this Yishan King is really not a good person!" The old immortal clenched his fists loudly and gritted his teeth and said, "Old man Huabu! I'll leave it to you, little friend Wu Fan. Got it!"
"Evil ghost, what are you going to do?" The actor frowned and said in a deep voice, "Don't be confused, we are no match for that blue-faced ghost now!"
The old immortal glanced at his mouth: "Old immortal naturally knows that I am not the opponent of that blue-skinned dog-legger, but it is not easy for him to deal with me! You quickly find a place to hide, and let me delay the time for you until you are young. The Ghost King is coming!"
"There's no need for that!" But as soon as the old immortal finished speaking, the voice of the blue-faced ghost rang not far away from the group of people.
"It's broken, it's too late! The blue-skinned dog-legged guy is catching up! Old man Calabash, you guys go quickly!" The old fairy picked up the two of them again and threw them in the opposite direction.
"Don't even think about escaping!" The blue-faced ghost was escaped by these people just now without paying attention. He was furious at this time and didn't want to waste any more time! I saw him pulling out a thread from the palm of his hand, like dancing a long whip, and whipped it in the direction of several people!
"Old man Huabu! If something happens to little friend Wu Fan, I will definitely fight you forever! Ah..."
The old immortal blocked the road with an arrow, and once again withstood the attack with his soul body, then he let out a scream and fell to the ground, his life or death uncertain...
"Old immortal!" "Evil ghost!" Wu Fan and the opera ghost exclaimed in unison, but unfortunately there was no response.
"This is the realm of things and me. If you dare to fight me without anything close by, you are seeking death!" The blue-faced ghost just glanced at the old immortal on the ground coldly, then sucked the silk thread back into his palm, and was about to launch a move. attack, "Don't worry! It's your turn next..."
"Damn it!" Wu Fan's pupils were stained with blood. He only regretted that he did not have the Five Elements Cauldron by his side, and allowed the people around him to be brutally murdered one after another. "King Yishan! If one day I can return to the mortal world and take back the Five Elements Cauldron, I will definitely let you Pay the price!"
He is not an indecisive person. He knows that if he wants to avenge the old immortal, he cannot delay here, so he will take advantage of the blue-faced ghost's opportunity to pull the opera ghost away.
However, the opera ghost beside him seemed to have taken root on the ground and did not even move. He was just muttering something to himself: "I understand! I understand!"
Before Wu Fan could say anything to persuade him, the opera ghost suddenly took action and pushed him far away. He cupped his fists and said, "Master class leader, please forgive the opera ghost for not being with me for a long time!"
"Xi Gui... what are you going to do again..." Compared with the old immortal, Xi Gui was simply vulnerable, so Wu Fan suddenly panicked when he saw Xi Gui looking like he was dying heroically.
"The state is not just a scenery, it is also a state in the human heart. Therefore, if there is a scene in the heart, and there are joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, then there is a state to be born..." The opera ghost said softly: "Master class leader, although I don't have the real body at the moment, I have to change my soul. It can’t work, but it can use the method of seven emotions and six desires to create a small realm in the realm of things and self!”
"The method of seven emotions and six desires?" Wu Fan muttered, frowned and said sternly: "Absolutely not! I know that you are performing a soul-changing show to condense the form, so if you use the method of seven emotions and six desires, wouldn't you be wasting your body? I don't agree!"
The opera ghost laughed miserably: "The evil ghost can give up his life in an emergency. Now that the class leader is in trouble, how can I cherish my body? Class leader, I'm offended!"
After saying that, the opera ghost raised his palm and sent Wu Fan farther away, then turned around and started chanting and beating the blue-faced ghost: "Since that day... I have been wronged and disappeared. Heaven, the cold bones are placed in front of the hall; they are invisible on the gazebo, and I have no free money to support you..."
Although the silk thread in the blue-faced ghost's palm can be retracted and retracted neatly, it does take some time. It defeated the old immortal in one move. Before he could take action, the sudden sound made him feel extremely depressed, as if he was being crushed by a boulder and was a little out of breath.
"You guy... you're singing something that's irritating, shut up!" The blue-faced ghost looked like a madman, throwing the threads in his palm into a mess, and there was no more moves at all.
I saw that in the originally empty realm of things and myself, a strange scene unexpectedly emerged. Here, the mountain peaks stood upright, the river flowed backwards, the clouds gathered, and the cold fog filled the sky! The blue-faced ghost was imprisoned in it, dancing and dancing like a lunatic.
"Master class leader! Let's go!"
The opera ghost's urging brought the stunned Wu Fan back to his senses, and he could only turn around and leave with a look of reluctance.
"Leave? No one wants to leave!" The blue-faced ghost described himself as embarrassed, with a pale face, chewing his teeth and saying through his gums: "I never thought that a bastard like you could use the power of the source to create a realm! But... I will destroy you now. Let’s see how long you can hold on!”
After saying this, the blue-faced ghost's movements became more and more crazy. As the threads in its palm danced, the scenery wherever it went instantly disintegrated and collapsed! The opera ghost's face became more and more ugly, and his body became transparent.
Finally, as a river in front of him shattered, the energy of the scenery here seemed to have been cut off and completely disappeared...
"Master...take care..." The almost transparent opera ghost could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground in a flash.
Seeing that this guy was almost dead, the blue-faced ghost didn't waste any more energy on it and chased directly in the direction Wu Fan left. And not long after, that familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Boy! This is because you don't want to hand over the dead gas bottle and force me to do it!" After saying that, the blue-faced ghost flicked the silk thread in his palm and circled it directly towards Wufan's limbs, intending to cut it into a stick, slowly Torture!
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In the realm of things and myself, the silver wind was rushing forward, but suddenly his ears twitched, he pulled up the silver light from his waist and shot towards the dark place beside him.
Although this silver light did not cause any waves, Yinfeng's movements continued unabated. He turned around the silver light again and was about to launch an attack.
But before she could take action this time, she heard a scream in the distance, and then saw a yellow shadow jumping out: "Feng'er, stop it! It's me, it's me!"
"Yue'er? Why is it you?" After seeing the person clearly, Yinfeng immediately put away his cold light. Just now, she suddenly felt that someone was following her, so she suddenly took action, but she didn't expect that the person coming would be Nong Yue.
"Yue'er, if you didn't just stay outside, why did you come in here?" Yinfeng said angrily.
"I...amn't I worried about you?" Nong Yue said delicately, shaking Yinfeng's arm.
"I don't need your help here, go back quickly!" Yinfeng knew that the thick-browed man was still outside, so he hurriedly urged.
Nong Yue naturally knew what Yin Feng was thinking, and pouted: "Anyway, that trash won't die for a while, so what's there to worry about?"
Yinfeng was a little displeased and scolded: "You are a waste when you talk and you are a waste when you shut up. If it weren't for him, do you think you can still stand here?"
"But..." Yue'er looked ashamed and bit her lip trying to explain something.
"It's nothing good..." Yinfeng said with a serious face: "Don't worry, I just returned the items as instructed by the Green Ghost King, and I will go back soon."
"But... Feng'er..." Nong Yue's face turned red again, "Actually, I'm lost..."
It turns out that as soon as Nong Yue stepped into the Realm of Things and Self, her brain felt dizzy. Seeing that there was no trace to follow, she had to go back the same way, preparing to retreat outside the Realm of Things and Self before making plans.
Although his shadow-catching technique is his own technique, this technique relies on external objects. But here is the realm of things and self. Things without self cannot exist. She tried hard for a long time but could not activate the shadow-catching technique.
The more unable to function, the more panicked she became. For a while, it was difficult to distinguish between north, south, west, and east. She could only follow the footprints on the ground and move forward tentatively. By coincidence, she followed Yinfeng.
After hearing Nong Yue's explanation, Yinfeng also had a headache. Although she didn't want Nong Yue to get involved, it would take a lot of time to send the latter away...
Just when she was struggling, a scream resounded between the realm of things and me!
"Feng'er! Did you hear it? You heard it!" Nong Yue's ears pricked up and she exclaimed.
Now that the matter has come to this, Yinfeng has no time to think too much and can only say: "Yue'er, Qinggui King has told us not to interfere in this matter. Just wait aside later and don't be impulsive!"
Seeing Nong Yue nodding in agreement, Yinfeng asked the latter to follow him closely and chased in the direction of the source of the sound...
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